Outta Town

[Verse]
Moving slow, but I'm going up so fucking fast
Walk up in the show with the pole in my backpack
Threw my shirt in the crowd, y'all niggas can have that
You cannot be RMO, you ain't even never had that
Bitch, we smoking loud and you smoking ass pack
We can't smoke, but if you want smoke, we can match that
Bitch, I'm in the crowd, but I'm the one they came to see
We go out of town, I just came home from NYC
And I did it again, went to ATL
No, I can't hit the bitch, 'cause her pussy smell
A fan just sent me some clothes in the fucking mail
Can't do no crime with them niggas, they gon' fucking tell
Tenth grade, I said, "Fuck school", so I fucking failed
Momma on my ass, said, "You bad, boy, off the rails"
I was smoking za in my bathroom, I was skipping class, fuck a classroom
Shе gon' shake her ass, I'm like baby, what that mouth do?
Shе gon' show her ass, man, this bitch a baboon
His music so ass, that boy a racoon
This bitch bad, trying to fuck me in the back room
On a two man, Brodie beat the bitch in the bathroom
I'm the man, beat you pussy niggas like a tackle
Off the [?] and I'm lazy, she call me baby
Knowing she can't take it, she crazy
Bitch, I'm not a game, how the fuck you try to play me?
She like, "Josh, shut up", baby girl, make me
Ah, I'm the next big thing, bitch, I'm crack in the eighties
Pussy nigga running from that stick, what the fuck he want?
Bad bitch running from the dick, what the fuck she want?